TCTOD: Danonymous and Selling Out

Posted on October 2nd, 2008 – 3:15 PM
By Michael Rand

So here’s the situation: As of Monday afternoon a buddy of mine in Chicago had guaranteed the availability of tickets to Tuesday’s play-in game. So after Ramirez’ grand slam I finalized arrangements for catnonymous and left Uptown for the Windy City, arriving around 1:30 am. Upon arrival I find that my friend has not only procured two upper-upper level tickets amidst the Furby-like panic that occurred after the Sox win against Detroit, but his special lady friend’s mom happens to be dating one of the Chicago White Sox coaches. So we also have two tickets in the White Sox friends and family section; however, these tickets come with one caveat: we would not be allowed to exuberantly cheer for the Twins.

Which tickets do you take?

We took the good ones, and were sitting in the “Mistress and Minor-League Coach” subsection of the Friends and Family section, directly behind home plate, 25 rows deep. During the game there wasn’t much to cheer for, but in the 9th inning we couldn’t hold back any more, my compatriot removed his pullover to reveal a Morneau jersey-tee he found in a thrift store in Vancouver and I took out the Twins hat I had been hiding all game. Less than 3 minutes later we were sprinting out of the stadium to avoid any sort of celebration at the expense of our Twins.

Side Talker: Did I use up all of Minnesota’s good will in Chicago? Upon my arrival I unknowingly parked in an area marked for tree trimming the next day, not only did I not get ticketed or towed, but the Chicago Forestry Department relocated my vehicle to a safe area around the corner. Easily the most considerate act I’ve ever seen by any Chicago institution.

RandBall’s Take:

1) Whenever someone says “Here’s the situation,” we immediately think of parents being away on a week’s vacation. Stupid D.J. Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince.

2) We would have taken the good tickets as well. Better seats, and the priceless possibility of celebrating amidst all the forlorn White Sox fans.

3) Sweet mercy, you have used up a lifetime of parking karma.

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